Chapter 8

Me: 6

I went viral.

Openly and legitimately viral.

Overnight, my Weibo follower count increased non-stop.

Jiang Yingying, due to the bullying incident, was boycotted by the whole internet and forced to withdraw from the competition.

All over the internet, people were editing compilations of my “poisonous tongue critiques.”

The view count for every single one was extremely high.

The show’s popularity also rose like a ship on a rising tide, and the chief director grinned so hard he couldn’t close his mouth.

And relying on my new popularity and my persona of having a sharp tongue and true temperament, I secured quite a few advertisement endorsements, making Sister Jiang unbelievably happy.

Gu Zhixing was also happy about my cleared reputation.

The whole internet was partying; only I was bearing the pain alone.

Because I received too much love, the system unbound from me.

I became incredibly poor overnight, as if this had all been a dream.

So, rain or shine, I persistently posted on Weibo every single day, “Who am I worthy of? I’m unworthy of everyone. My living is a mistake, but are your icy praises right? You tap away with your little fingers, yapping two sentences of praise, and completely blow a giant hole in my already fragile psychological defenses. After you praise me, you feel comfortable, but you pushed all the responsibility onto me!”

I even changed my screen name to Third Princess of the Leng Family (Already Darkened).

Nobody paid me any mind.

Instead, it got stretched into a new meme.

Every day it gets passionately reenacted by video bloggers on short video platforms.

Every day it gets dug out by marketing accounts to be repeatedly beaten like a dead horse.

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The show reached its final battle. Every group of contestants had to rehearse their own “graduation play,” and then the audience would vote to select the champion.

For the past few days, I soaked myself in the rehearsal room, guiding Guo Jing and her group’s rehearsals.

Guo Jing had a great attitude. She didn’t hold any grudges against me because of the acting battle.

Instead, she apologized to me and humbly started asking me for advice.

The others didn’t look down on me either, taking all my pointers to heart.

With the intention of spying on the enemy, I tucked my hands away and strolled over to Director Chen’s group’s rehearsal room.

Director Chen had chosen a wuxia script for their group, and right now they were all rehearsing the martial arts action sequences.

Seeing me, Director Chen nodded to acknowledge me.

I also nodded slightly.

And then, I stood there and didn’t leave.

Director Chen: ?

I smiled and nodded.

Director Chen asked, “Does Little Qin have some business here?”

“No, no, no, just casually watching…”

Before my voice even dropped, I heard ghost-like wailing and howling coming from the front.

“Boohoo, hurry up and call 120, this sword scratched my face! My face ah!”

It was Gu Yan.

It was probably during the rehearsal just now that the person opposite him slipped up and hurt him.

Director Chen looked panicked and hurriedly squeezed forward.

True enough, getting injured at this critical juncture would definitely affect the final battle no matter what.

I also followed and squeezed into the crowd.

I saw Gu Yan lying on the ground, looking like he was about to die.

And on his face, there was only a scratch less than two centimeters long.

It wasn’t even very deep.

Me: ……

Is there really a need to be this dramatic?

I rolled my eyes, squatted down, and patted Gu Yan’s shoulder. “Bro, if you wait any longer, this wound is going to heal itself.”

Director Chen held it in for a long time beside us, but finally couldn’t hold it back and burst out laughing with a “pfft.”

While laughing, he still had to smooth things over. “Alright, alright, Little Gu, I’ll find someone to get you a band-aid in a bit.”

The people around were all stifling their laughter.

Gu Yan seemed to feel like he couldn’t maintain his dignity. He suddenly clutched his chest, “Director Chen, I… I think I’ve suffered internal injuries.”

Me: ……

Gu Yan’s acting was truly too much of an eyesore; he couldn’t even pretend to have internal injuries properly.

Unable to hold back, I reached out and tickled his ticklish spots.

He instantly shot straight up.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Gu Yan awkwardly scratched his head, then took the opportunity to cup his fists towards me. “I… I’m actually healed. Thank you, Master Qin, for coming to my rescue.”

Master Qin herself: 6

The final battle finally arrived.

As a mentor, I assisted our group’s performance.

That is to say, I would have a small supporting role in their play.

The script our group chose was *Winds and Clouds of the Resistance War*.

And the role I played was a female undercover agent who infiltrated the enemy lines, ultimately sacrificing herself heroically to cover the protagonist’s escape.

It wasn’t a lot of screentime, but it was very brilliant.

As the finale group.

I wore a red qipao, sitting in the mentor’s seat and watching leisurely.

The broadcasting director seemed to have received orders from the chief director, constantly zooming the camera in on me.

And I smiled gently, dignified and elegant.

The three groups of contestants quickly finished their performances.

I nodded to the other three mentors to signal them, then went offstage to prepare.

My scenes were all at the end.